a crack in her facade

Aether finally pulled Shenhe off him with a wet, reluctant sound.

He guided her onto her back on the wide couch, thighs spread, then looked at Yelan and tilted his chin. She understood at once. Yelan climbed on top of the calamity, settling chest-to-chest so their bodies aligned, two slick cunts stacked one above the other and presented to him like a single offering. Shenhe’s arms came up around Yelan’s back; Yelan’s hair fell across both of their faces as they immediately turned toward each other.

Aether stepped in behind them and began to alternate.

One thrust buried him to the hilt in Shenhe’s cooler, tighter heat. The next pulled out and drove into Yelan’s warmer, greedier cunt. He kept the rhythm even and deep, switching holes with every few strokes so neither woman was left empty for long. The wet, overlapping sounds filled the lounge — the slick slide of his cock, the soft gasps each time he bottomed out in a different body.

The two of them gave each other everything he had just received.

While he fucked them from behind they kissed with the same hungry, open-mouthed intensity Yelan had used on him minutes earlier. Hands roamed — Yelan pinching Shenhe’s nipples, Shenhe’s fingers sliding down to rub Yelan’s clit in time with his thrusts. They moaned into each other’s mouths every time he switched, the vibration of it running through both of them. The stacked position let them grind together as well, slick folds sliding against each other whenever he pushed one of them forward.

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(artist: miyu)

He lasted longer than he expected, savoring the contrast — Shenhe’s precise, fluttering grip versus Yelan’s rhythmic, milking squeeze — until the dual heat finally pulled him over. He came first in Shenhe, grinding deep and flooding her in thick pulses, then pulled out mid-orgasm and shoved into Yelan to finish the rest of the load inside her. Both women came with him, bodies locking up in overlapping shudders, cunts clamping down around the cock that kept switching between them even through the climax.

Aether eased out, a mixed trickle of cum already slipping from both of them.

They did not stop.

Yelan and Shenhe stayed tangled on the couch, still kissing, still touching, still grinding lazily against each other as if the creampies had only made them hungrier for one another. Soft, wet sounds continued while he turned away.

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(artist: miyu)

Cloud Retainer was already in position.

She had folded forward over the arm of the nearest chair, back arched, both hands reaching back to spread herself open for him. The invitation was wordless and precise — the same efficient clarity she brought to every task. Aether stepped in, lined up, and sheathed himself in her cunt in one smooth, deep thrust that seated him to the hilt.

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(artist: miyu)

The sound she made was no longer the controlled, analytical hum of the woman who had once dueled him on a mountain and walked away merely impressed.

Those days were gone.

Aether had kept growing — stamina, technique, the accumulated knowledge of every body he had taken apart across half of Teyvat — and the adeptus who used to meet him as something close to an equal now took him with open, unguarded delight. Her usual composure cracked on the first full stroke. A low, genuine moan spilled out of her as he bottomed out, the kind of sound she would have once filed away as useful data and now simply let happen.

Alice’s leftover gift made it worse for her composure and better for him.

The lingering map of sensation the witch had forced into him still sat behind his awareness — the exact depth a womb wanted, the slightly higher angle that dragged across the front wall, the slow grind at the end of a thrust that made an empty, aching space inside a woman clench in welcome. He used it without thinking. Every stroke into Cloud Retainer now found the spots no ordinary partner should have been able to locate so quickly: the place that made her thighs tremble, the pressure that pulled a startled, broken noise out of her throat, the rhythm that had her pushing back onto him instead of simply receiving.

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(artist: miyu)

She took it all with visible, growing pleasure, the ancient crane who had once served gods now reduced to gripping the chair and moaning like any other woman who had just discovered her body could be read that accurately. Aether settled into a deep, rolling pace, hands on her hips, and kept using every new piece of knowledge the morning’s trickery had left him, turning the adeptus’s remaining composure into something wet, loud, and thoroughly delighted.

Cloud Retainer came with a sharp, startled cry, cunt clamping down as she squirted in messy pulses across the chair and the floor. Aether held her through it, then eased out and left the adeptus folded over the armrest, thighs still trembling, composure thoroughly ruined for the moment.

That was when he noticed Yun Jin.

The performer was no longer reading. Her book had been lifted just high enough to hide her face, but her other hand was busy between her legs, fingers tracing hurried, desperate circles over her pussy through the thin fabric of her stockings. Soft, uneven breaths gave her away. The long, shameless show had finally cracked the polite, professional mask she had worn since she sat down with her tea.

She lowered the book when she realized the other three were either still tangled on the couch or slumped and dripping. No one was currently on his cock. Yun Jin set the script aside with careful precision, rose from the armchair, and crossed the room in the same graceful steps she used on stage. She stopped in front of him and offered a small, formal bow.

“If the offer is still open,” she said, voice a little tighter than usual, “I would like to accept it.”

the next moment Aether sat on the edge of the bed and waited.

Yun Jin began with the same measured elegance she brought to everything else. She placed one stockinged foot on his thigh, then gently stepped onto his cock, the sole of her foot pressing and rolling along the shaft in slow, experimental strokes. When he did not object she grew bolder — sitting across his shins, both pantyhose-covered feet wrapping around him, rubbing and stroking in a careful, almost theatrical rhythm. The nylon whispered against his skin. Her expression stayed focused and faintly shy, as if she were performing a new piece and wanted to get the timing right.

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(artist: Shyzaka)

He let her have the innocent performance for a while.

The stimulation was pretty, novel, and completely insufficient. Soft nylon and polite pressure were a pleasant novelty after the wet, greedy attention of his pride, but they did not move the needle. Aether watched her work, felt the light friction, and already knew this particular act was going to stay in the realm of opening ceremony rather than anything that would actually finish him. Yun Jin, still concentrating on the rhythm of her feet, had not yet realized how far past this kind of gentle service he had been living for months.

Yun Jin felt the lack of real effect almost as quickly as he did.

The careful footwork paused. She glanced down at his still-hard, largely unmoved cock, then made the decision without further ceremony. She turned on the bed, rose onto her knees, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her stockings and panties. Both came down in one smooth pull, leaving her bare from the waist. She reached back, spread herself open, and presented both holes to him in a quiet, graceful offering — the last polite gesture before she stopped performing and simply asked to understand.

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(artist: Shyzaka)

Aether took the invitation at once.

He moved in behind her, lined up, and pushed into her cunt in a single deep thrust that seated him fully. Yun Jin’s trained composure lasted less than a minute. The first few strokes already pulled sounds out of her that did not belong on any stage; by the time he settled into a steady, grinding rhythm that used every lingering scrap of Alice’s stolen map, the mask was gone.

It never came back.

Her face twisted through expressions she would never have allowed an audience to see — mouth open, brows drawn, eyes losing focus as each climax hit harder than the last. Aether kept the pace relentless and precise, angling for the spots that made her thighs shake and her voice crack. She came the first time with a startled, broken cry, walls clamping down around him. He fucked her straight through it and into the second, then the third, each peak arriving faster, each one wiping away another layer of the polished performer until only the raw, vulgar reactions remained. Her hands fisted in the sheets. Her back arched. Soft, trained diction dissolved into helpless moans and the occasional filthy fragment of a plea she probably did not remember making.

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(artist: Shyzaka)

He held her hips and kept going, showing her exactly why the rest of the island had crossed oceans and fought a water war for a place in this room, while Yun Jin — no longer a guest, no longer a professional observer — came undone around him again and again, the last of her stage face gone for good.